She sold everything so she could graduate her children — twenty years later, they arrived dressed in pilot uniforms and took her to a place she never imagined.

—Don’t worry about me. Just take care of yourselves.

And the wait began.

Twenty years.

Twenty years of sporadic calls, voice messages, and video calls that she learned to use with the help of a neighbor.

Twenty years of birthday celebrated alone.

Every time I heard a plane cross the sky, I would go outside and look up.

« Maybe that’s where my son is going… » she whispered.

Her hair turned completely white. Her steps slowed. But her hope never died.

THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED

One ordinary morning, while sweeping the entrance of her small house —now modest but her own thanks to years of saving—, there was a knock at the door.

He thought it might be a neighbor.

When she opened it, she was breathless.

Two tall, uniformed men, with badges gleaming on their chests, stood in front of her.

« Ma… » said one with a trembling voice.

It was Marco.

And next to him, Paolo.

Wearing an Aeromexico uniform.

With flowers in her hands.

With tears in her eyes